Hey, Mom! The Explanation.

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Monday, June 13, 2016

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #342 - Musical Monday For 1606.13

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #342 - Musical Monday For 1606.13

Hi Mom, So I am behind again as I write this on Wednesday 1606.15 with a post intended for Monday 1606.13, but then, I do what I can, you know?

I can't say that life has been terribly busy, as I have been busier before.

I am definitely a bit depressed. The closer we get to the one year anniversary of your death, Mom, the more I am struggling. But I will save a full exploration of this subject for later.

As Musical Mondays go, this one is short.

First, a song by my friend Brook Pridemore, who has done a great job here with the song and the video. Love it.

Next, a Weezer song that was stuck in someone else's head, and so he shared it, and now it's stuck in my head.

Then I have been on a Genesis kick lately, so just two songs, but both live and lyrics that I am determined to learn for "Squonk."

I mean, look at those lyrics, Mom. INTENSE.

That's all for now. Enjoy the music.

"Squonk" from Genesis - A Trick of the Tail - 1976

"Squonk" from Genesis - A Trick of the Tail - 1976

The lyrics of "Squonk" end with the explanation, though that part's not sung.

Like father like son
Not flesh nor fish nor bone
A red rag hangs from an open mouth.
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle,
A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go.
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Could never put a smile on that face.

He's a sly one, he's a shy one
Wouldn't you be too.
Scared to be left all on his own.
Hasn't a, hasn't a friend to play with, the Ugly Duckling
The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes.
All the while in perfect time
His tears are falling on the ground

Go a little faster now, you might get there in time.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
His heart was broken long before he ever came to you.
Stop your tears from falling,
The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
all to see at night.

In season, out of season
What's the difference when you don't know the reason.
In one hand bread, the other a stone.
The Hunter enters the forest.
All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsman's horn
By the look of this one you've not got much to fear.

Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to yours.
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you.
Making noises my little furry friend would make
I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack.
You better watch out... You better watch out.

I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away.

Walking home that night
The sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder.
When suddenly it stopped,
I opened up the sack, all that I had
A pool of bubbles and tears - JUST A POOL OF TEARS.

All in all you are a very dying race
Placing trust upon a cruel world.
You never had the things you thought you should have had
And you'll not get them now,
And all the while in perfect time
Your tears are falling on the ground.

The Squonk is of a very retiring disposition and due to its ugliness,
weeps constantly. It is easy prey for hunters who simply
follow a tear-stained trail. When cornered it will dissolve itself into tears.

True or False?

"Like it Or Not" from ABACAB - Genesis - 1981

Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.


- Days ago = 344 days ago

- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1606.13 - 10:10

NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.
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